"Allen, you're so wonderful. I wish I had all your beauty to myself." "Allen, where are you going? "I didn't let you go anywhere! "Silly Allen, I care about you." "Allen, I love you."

I love you.

Those words meant an insistent voice, broken glass and captivity. Allen was afraid of those words.

Allen stared in the mirror at his bare chest and arms, which bore the marks of his escape. He's not so beautiful and cute anymore, is he? At least he doesn't want to be like that anymore. Allen sighed and hastily covered his body with his clothes. He walked out of his small dark and unremarkable little house that smelled damp. Needing to be as quiet as possible...

Who's there? Do you want something from me?

He notices you and clutches his hands fearfully to his chest. Allen takes a short breath and backs away.